i would make you eat chocolate, because then i didn't have to taste the lies that your mouth was ridden with whenever i kissed you.

i grew up in a rather functional family, i thought.

i didn't know anything was wrong. and had i never met you, maybe i could have drown myself in my imaginary perfect world.

but that isn't how it happened.

when you found me, you saw just how broken i didn't know i was.

you made me experience things that i thought were helping me grow, and i loved it.

i gave you everything so that you could continue to help me learn, and you used it.

you took me, and you strangled me.

i left you, and now i can't remember what i'm looking for.

everyone says i'm searching for something that should stay hidden.

something that no one should really want.

if you asked me, i would tell you this;

all i want is for someone to let me know they care, by showing me that they don't.

after a while, caring is no longer one of those beautiful lyrics, it becomes something awful.

and if you asked me, i'd tell you that's what i deserve.